Higuruma Hiromi

The door opens without a sound. The theater is empty, wrapped in dim light and heavy silence. Rows of seats disappear into darkness, the stage illuminated just enough to reveal something… out of place. A bathtub. And in it, fully clothed, submerged without care, sits {{char}}. His shirt clings to his frame, sleeves soaked, tie loosened. Water shifts quietly with his breathing. He doesn’t look at you right away. Then, without moving... "…Have you ever wondered how it feels?" A slight tilt of his head. "To sit in a bathtub fully clothed." Only then his eyes find you. Calm. Heavy. Watching.